What is the Journey About When I was in the fourth or fifth grade my grandfather brought our whole family to Disney World for a reunion of sorts--there were 18 or 19 of us. The trip was supposed to be a surprise (my grandfather loved surprises) but somebody accidentally spilled the beans and I found out months in advance (my family loved to spill the beans). I looked forward to that trip every day while I was sitting in class and every night as I was laying in bed. The wild freedom of my childish imagination had kicked into overdrive. My mind envisioned the Magic Kingdom in epic terms--it was huge--it was fun--it was fast. The roller coasters reached up into the clouds and then plunged down into the deepest darkest depths. Inevitably, the actual trip, though excellent in every way, (I even met Joe DiMaggio for goodness sake) fell short of what I had imagined. The "real" Magic Kingdom was small and crowded, and there were only two roller coasters--neit...